Hi everyone!

I apologize for not updating anything and being seemingly gone these last few years. That doesn't mean I've stopped writing altogether – in fact, I have several Harry Potter stories in the works, but as none of them are completed, I decided not to post them until I had finished writing them. However, I've had quite a few people still signing up for author and story alerts, and I wanted to thank you for not giving up on me. And so, to express my huge appreciation, I've decided to post one of my favourites I've been working on despite not having completed it – a Harry Potter and Stargate crossover fic. It is post-Deathly Hallows but does not include the epilogue.

I also want to thank my beta and cheerleader, Mara, who's put up with many of my story bunnies and long silences. You rock!

Story Summary: Deathly Hallows weren't what Harry had thought - weren't what anyone had thought. When Harry sacrificed himself to save everyone he loves, he becomes something even Merlin had not predicted when he gifted the Hallows to the Peverell brothers. With the realization that aliens are real and that witches and wizards are descendants of the Alterans, Harry is forced to fight once more - and this time, the stakes are higher than ever before. Follow Harry as he journeys across the stars to save the universe from the Goa'uld, the Wraiths, and the Ori.

Hope you all enjoy this – this is for you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Stargate

Prologue

The Ancients, the builders of the Astria Porta and the most advanced race in existence, returned to Terra after they fled from the Wraith in the Pegasus Galaxy. While some chose to Ascend, many opted to live out their lives among the primitive humans on Earth, and eventually gave birth to a new evolution of humans – those who had the ability to manipulate the very energy around them, which they came to call magic.

When Merlin Descended and appeared among these magic users, he found that they had amazing range of abilities, much more broad than even his Alteran brothers, though the humans required a tool, a wand, to perform much of their acts of magic. He on the other hand, as he had most of his Ascended powers, could perform all of the feats wandlessly, resulting in much admiration from the wizards and witches of the time.

While Merlin had earlier taken King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table in his confidence, he did not do so with the magic users as they had qualities that made Merlin wary. He fully believed they meant well, but their attitudes towards Muggles reminded him unpleasantly of the Ori. Still, Merlin did not wish to leave the Alterans' true descendants with nothing, particularly if the plans he made to defeat the Ori failed. And so, he helped guide the four incredible witches and wizards, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin, to build a school of magic, and hid within the school a wealth of treasures and Alteran technology, including a Repository of Knowledge. And the only key to accessing that vault he left in the hands of the three Peverell brothers, Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus, which, when held in the hands of one who is true, would activate to take them to the vault.

What Merlin did not foresee was that the Founders would quarrel among themselves, causing Slytherin to use Merlin's idea of a secret chamber to build his own, and that time would cause the legend of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets to spread, but fade into obscurity the gift of Merlin's vault. He also underestimated the greed of the Peverell brothers, who each desired to own all the artefacts created by Merlin, and in the end went their separate ways, causing the goal of finding a worthy successor who could use all three objects to discover Merlin's gift to be lost to time.

And so, the true history of the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone and the Cloak of Invisibility was forgotten, and their powers became nothing more than a fairy tale, the legend of the Deathly Hallows.

Everyone knows the story of Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, the only one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord Voldemort, formerly known as Tom Marvolo Riddle. They admired Harry's incredible luck, his survival and triumph against seemingly insurmountable odds. Harry, however, would more likely call it a curse, for these difficult – and sometimes ridiculous – ordeals kept happening to him, without his input or desire.

So really, Harry thought to himself, he should have expected that the Deathly Hallows weren't really what he'd thought they were, and that they would lead him to some weird hall when just moments before he'd been in the Forbidden Forest, trying to summon his loved ones from beyond the grave.

Harry attempted to Apparate back to the Forest but that failed; likely, wherever he was, he was under an Anti-Disapparition Jinx. Sighing, Harry pocketed his Invisibility Cloak and looked around, but there was no way out. He cast spell after spell against the walls, but only managed to blacken it slightly. Frustrated, knowing that time was running out, Harry demanded, "Why have you brought me here?"

When silence was his only answer, Harry closed his eyes in despair, the desperation almost choking him. "Please, I have to... I have to die. I have to save them."

Just when Harry thought he'd be stuck in the cavernous room forever, there was a brilliant flash, and suddenly the place was filled with treasures and strange looking items, including, oddly enough, metals. Harry gaped at it all before looking around once more, hoping to find an exit. Unfortunately, there was none.

"Alright Harry, think damn you, think," he whispered to himself. Clearly he'd been brought here for a reason, and for all this to be revealed, he must have been judged worthy by something or someone.

Harry walked about, examining some of the strange items. There were a couple of large, translucent group of crystals, but there was nothing to fit them into – he thought at first it might have been a key to opening the strange-looking device sticking out of one of the walls, but that didn't work. Annoyed, Harry tossed the crystals aside and examined the device himself. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far before suddenly the device's "mouth" opened, and the coloured lights he'd been looking at became almost blinding. Mere seconds later Harry found himself with the knowledge of his location – Merlin's vault – and how to get out. Harry didn't bother to question it, just hurriedly put on his Cloak and used the beam transporter to return to the Forbidden Forest.

What Harry didn't know at the time – and would not find out for some time – was that the Repository of Knowledge would have eventually caused his death, for although he, like his fellow witches and wizards, were further along in their evolution than Muggles and therefore more capable of assimilating the vast information that had just been transferred directly into his brain, his physiology was still not up to the standard of the Alterans. However, when Harry bravely sacrificed himself so that Voldemort could be defeated, he achieved Spiritual Ascension, for he was a pure soul who had opened his mind and had shed his fears and worldly attachments.

And so Harry had Ascended, at the age of seventeen, a feat thought impossible for one so young from a race not yet fully evolved. But because he was anchored to the mortal plane through his blood that flowed in the veins of Tom Riddle, Harry could if he so chose and was of a strong enough will, return to the mortal plane with the powers of an Ascended Being. The Others could not intervene by their own rules of non-interference.

"But," one interjected, "He is still an Ascended Being, subject to our laws. It does not matter that he has a way to return. He cannot be allowed to use his powers to interfere in the lower planes of existence!"

There was much discussion. Harry Potter had Ascended on his own, was not completely dead and had a way to return, and they could not prevent him from returning nor could they simply strip him of his Ascension without breaking their one fundamental tenet.

In the end, a solution was agreed upon, however reluctantly. Harry was an Ascended Being, but once he returned to life, he could not be allowed to keep the knowledge and power he'd gained upon Ascension. But binding such powers would be a death sentence, for it would take time for even a small portion of his powers to be accessible, and his body, insufficiently evolved, would be unable to handle the knowledge from the Repository. Therefore, it was decided that while Harry's Ascended powers would be bound, he would be allowed to achieve and maintain the near-Ascension status of an Alteran, and thus able to contain the knowledge from the Repository without deterioration.

However, the Others were firm on one matter: Harry Potter could not know. He could not know about the state of the galaxy, that he'd Ascended, that his powers were just bound, and that he was now so close to Ascension again, for were he to know, he would act on such knowledge and interfere in humanity's progression.

As the Others began to leave, Ganos Lal witnessed Oma Desala remaining behind. "Do not interfere," she warned.

"I will not tell Harry Potter anything," Oma replied, and watched as Ganos left with the Others.

Oma wouldn't dare disobey the Others on this, for they were surely watching. However, she could influence Harry; she could nudge him to return to where he'd found the Repository, and that, Oma was sure, would be more than enough.

Harry left Ron and Hermione behind to return the Elder Wand to Albus Dumbledore's tomb when he suddenly remembered Merlin's vault and the Repository of Knowledge.

Harry was surprised he only recalled a fraction of the information in the Repository, but guessed it was because he wasn't an Ancient like Merlin had been – and how awesome was it that Merlin was from an entirely different race, a race that witches and wizards had descended from? Harry wanted to return to the vault, not so much for the treasures but for the Alteran technology that had been stored there by Merlin himself. And for that, he would need the Resurrection Stone.

Harry hesitated, but kept the Elder Wand with him and headed back into the Forbidden Forest. He could always return both artefacts once he'd fully explored Merlin's vault after all, or even leave the two Hallows in the vault to ensure no one would be able to find them and use them.

Harry thought it would take him a while to retrieve the Stone – he wasn't sure where he'd dropped the thing – but clearly being its Master meant more than just ownership, as it sailed into his hand when he wished for it. After turning the Stone three times in his hand, Harry reappeared in Merlin's vault.

He grabbed his mokeskin pouch, but it could only hold personal shields and Potentias. The one he really wanted to take, the molecular constructor, was far too large. So instead, using the Elder Wand, he conjured a bag and cast an Undetectable Extension Charm like Hermione had done to carry their supplies. Although the conjured bag wouldn't last, considering it was cast with the Elder Wand, Harry figured it would be fine for at least a day. Harry packed up everything, and though he hesitated over the Repository, he opted to leave it behind rather than destroy it.

Although Harry wanted to transport himself to Terra Atlantus to see the Astria Porta, he knew better than to simply take off without any warning. The war had just ended, and there was clean up to do and loved ones to mourn. Not to mention, Harry wasn't sure what he was going to do. Leave the planet in search of Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy? And what would he do with it, exactly? And what about the Wraith? What if going there would invite more trouble to Earth? Then there was the plague that had driven the Alterans to the Pegasus Galaxy in the first place. There was no guarantee that Terra Atlantus was plague-free, and the last thing he wanted to do was become infected and spread the plague around.

And then there were his friends on Earth, and Teddy too. Harry wasn't sure he could leave them behind if he opted to leave the planet, and he knew they'd come willingly if he asked – or he thought they would – but even so, that wasn't fair to them. They had family here, and lives.

Harry badly wanted to tell Ron and Hermione. They'd been through everything together and if anyone deserved to know, it would be the two of them. Still, he couldn't help but feel like this shouldn't be shared. Harry had a feeling this was a road he was meant to travel alone.